What Misery Does

On the brink of madness,

head in palms,

seated in a worn out chair

I turn to God I turn to God

And beg him not to be fair

I raise my head and look to see,

what I see heightens my despair!

Ruins surround me in piles and heaps

Heaps and heaps of dreams to keep.

Once long ago sometime ago

A bright eyed baby was born

The more he cried, the more he grew

The more he grew the more he cried

The sun shone on his soft brown skin

And darkened it with time

His face broke into wrinkles

And made him look so fine

The saddest of all tragedies is not

When a stranger breaks your heart

Its when the closest are out to hurt you

I've smelt a dagger from the start!

Sweet Melancholy

a pool I ask the builder to build

in the back of my house, beneath that tree

why the back? the builder asks

do as you're told!

i plan to fill my lovely pool

with a black and silver liquid

of melancholy

i have stored it all in bottles of wine

green and red and blue

all filled with my black silver melancholy

ill pour it all into my brand new pool

so I can make room for more

room for more